May has come in with frosty mornings, not with flowers. The chicken water bowl had a thin skim of ice on Wednesday; tonight there is the threat of snow. The horses are in the barn today, contentedly munching hay, out of the constant cold drizzle. The woodstove fan is now whirring; Rainbow Valley, one of the continuations in the Anne of Green Gables series, is playing on audio. I have a new cardigan for women in the Etsy shop (check out the listing to see the lace back!) and have a little wee one for babies on the needles now.
The weekend weather doesn't sound too May-like either, but it will come. I have potato leaves poking up, so that means that not all were stolen by marauders. The garden is filled with tiny little sprouts; I can now see them without leaning over and squinting. We spotted a Baltimore Oriole the other day, so I immediately sent my husband to the store for oranges - Orioles are supposed to love fruit. So now in the world of vibrant green outside our window, there are strange striking glimpses of vivid orange, but so far no Orioles. I looked in my bird record book and last year I spotted an Oriole in our yard on May 3; this year it was the 6th. Both years, the large apple tree in the neighbors yard was in full bloom with white blossoms and that is where I saw the bird for the first time.
Whatever the weather, wherever you are, I hope that you find some joy this weekend.